Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins

#Chapter 132 – United

When Victor and Evelyn walk back into the campsite, him still leaning heavily on her shoulder, their family is waiting for them.

Ian and Alvin rush forward, throwing themselves into their parents’ arms.

“We’re so glad you’re okay,” Alvin whispers, his voice excited but edged with sleepiness.

“Did you win?” Ian asks, looking excitedly up at his dad.

His dad ruffles his hair and gives him a warm smile, but doesn’t answer. It’s a complicated question.

Instead, the family moves, together, towards the still-burning fire at the middle of the campsite. Marissa and Bridgette are there, waiting, and Henry rolls out onto the porch of his cabin. Looking around, Victor can see his Beta team edging closer, all eager to hear the results of the trial.

“Well well,” Henry says, folding his hands in his lap. “I see that one of my sons has returned, apparently victorious. And where is Rafe?”

Evelyn can see Bridgette biting her lip, anxious.

Victor flicks his head backwards, indicating the still-dark forest, though dawn is starting to light the sky. “He’s still out there, writhing in the snow, feeling the effects of wolfsbane.”

Bridgette gasps, getting shakily to her feet, staring out into the woods. Evelyn’s heart goes out to her; if it had been Rafe that returned to let them know that Victor was lying in the snow, suffering, she’d be desperate to help him.

Henry opens his mouth to say more, but Victor interrupts him. “Rafe cheated. He sent a proxy in to take his place in the fight, not showing up until his entire force had been wiped out.”

Henry nods, glancing at the boys, who had told him the same. He opens his mouth, ready to declare a winner.

“But,” Victor continues, “the final blow to Rafe was not delt with my hand.”

Betas look at Victor and Evelyn, confused.

shrugs.

the bottle of white wine out of its cooling pile of snow. “And now I’m going to bed. We can talk about all of

teams go retrieve the wounded.” With this, he looks pointedly

clearing a wide smile, and not giving them a chance to protest, Evelyn grabs two metal mugs out of a box of supplies and then, decisively, takes Victor’s hand. With little resistance, he goes with her

boys out of their snow gear. Their eyes are half-lidded now after all of the

them as she kisses each on their forehead. She turns to see Victor

broken?” she

strip of gauze from a first-aid pack she finds beneath

mouth and then chasing them with sauvignon blanc. “Whiskey would have

and prop his injured leg

climbs into the bed

frustrated hand down his

putting the cup up on the nearby windowsill. They are silent,

it from my cold dead hands,” he murmurs back. “But considering they’d have to get through you three first,” he says, smiling and stroking her hair, “I think

not letting herself think about tomorrow, when the trial

her eyes, the sun is streaming through the windows of the cabin. She blinks against it as she feels Victor sitting up next to her, working to stand. She pushes

as he puts his injured leg on the

says from across the room, rubbing his eyes.

what time is it,” Evelyn murmurs, rubbing a hand over her sleepy head. “For four more hours of

towards the bathroom. He knows she wouldn’t miss this upcoming family

Alvin joins him at the window, peering out to see their uncle bundled in blankets, sitting in a

“He’s pretty